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HEY NIGGA, this is like, my only original character. I'd appreciate any one who took the time to read the info
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>pose inspired by[link] (updated mar 2012) my favorite original character, the father of lies. (no real name yet) i like him because i made him with characteristics i directly relate to. And Some I don't. He's a self serving little shit. He doesn't get pissy, he doesn't fall in love, he doesn't get heartbroken, he doesn't feel much in terms of emotion, he isnt very sentimental, he lacks much concept of honor. He does one thing really well though- that is HATE. Hatred, contempt, pleasure, and perhaps a tiny sliver of compassion are all this guy really feels.

He neither uses nor fancies magical/elemental powers. He uses a gun. It's the 21at century folks. No he doesn't run around with a sword or spear either. Though he does quite like tomahawks, and a katana may put a smile on his face.

He also hates quite alot of people. Nearly every type you can think of honestly. Some more than others. I'll give you a hint- don't throw any bibles at him, and DEFINATELY don't tell him god is fictional. I also wouldn't hit on him if you're a dude. I probably wouldn't advise girls to hit on him either honestly...

hes got a pretty detailed (and mildly interesting) backstory to him. Born in Austria in 1895. Helped father with his business. Shoe sales. Fun fun fun. WWI came along, and he fought for the central powers. he spent Some tim fighting for Austria but then managed to get transferred to Germany towards the end. he saw (as did most soldiers of that war) some horrifying things. he became callous to most acts of war. they made normal civilian crimes look like childsplay. he learnded one thing: if you want, or believe something, MAKE IT HAPPEN. he watched a close friend die before his eyes in a gas attack- the mask didnt protect the kid. the kid choked on his own blood, literally. the father of lies thought only one thing: "germany needs to produce more mustard gas."

He got a mild injury, and around that time he developed a bit of a pension for having pointy ears, grey fur, a tail, and a pointy muzzly filled with sharp little teeth. He became this monster. It was the result of stumbling across some sorta occult ritual grounds. Had just the right wicked personality to make it work.

He still had control and could usually retain human form. the War ends, and he's VERY bitter. Then the NSDAP comes along. BANDWAGON of hate! He joins the party and becomes a adamant Nazi. And quite a good one. He kinda digs that sort of thing. you know, German pride, defeat all who stand before you, execute the remnants of opposition, etc. He was not wasted In the concentration camps- though he DID know of them, and didn't exactly care all that much. "A million deaths is simply a statistic, a million is a good start"- i twist on the famous words of Stalin.

He served in the western front. I'm thinking panzer division. for the majority of the war, he supressed the (disturbingly even MORE sadistic) werewolf he had allowed ino himself in the late years of WWI. Yet, Occasionally, with his squad who knew him well, he would assume his wolf form out in the field. They didn't much care at this point, and he felt more and more comfortable as a wolf than as a man. he was a monster, but so were they. he took .45s like BBs. shells hitting his tank just meant it was time to wolf-out and remove the treads from the opposing tank. what doesnt kill him- IS GOING TO DIE.

In the last two years or so, he spent more time as a big grey inverted cross covered wolfman than his original self. He was inevitably seen by soldiers not of his squad. Rumors arose, and he began to develop a reputation. the crazy wolfman-nazi. He was pulled back to Berlin as the Russians pushed through- Hitler himself acknowledged his brutallity on the field. He stayed in the Reichstag untill the soviets came knocking. he and his fellow devotees maintained their ground until they were beat to shit.

In the end he was mowed down. He layed there with his fallen, radically devoted brothers. But he refused to die. Long after everyone had left he tried to get rise, and found he had healed considerably. it was as if he were immortal. the soviets should have severed his wolfen head... but they didnt. He realized he was not going to die like his brothers had, and it likely had something to do with his le werewolfness. So he fled.

I have not decided to where he fled. my first choice is america. He is the type that wants to be on the winning team. perhaps in 1945 either Russia or America was a valid choice, but he HATED the soviets. they took berlin after all. and after about 10 years it was evident to him that America would surpass the USSR in time... and he wanted to be on the side that won... the side that enforced its will on the populace...

Description
HEY NIGGA, this is like, my only original character. I'd appreciate any one who took the time to read the info
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>pose inspired by[link] (updated mar 2012) my favorite original character, the father of lies. (no real name yet) i like him because i made him with characteristics i directly relate to. And Some I don't. He's a self serving little shit. He doesn't get pissy, he doesn't fall in love, he doesn't get heartbroken, he doesn't feel much in terms of emotion, he isnt very sentimental, he lacks much concept of honor. He does one thing really well though- that is HATE. Hatred, contempt, pleasure, and perhaps a tiny sliver of compassion are all this guy really feels.

He neither uses nor fancies magical/elemental powers. He uses a gun. It's the 21at century folks. No he doesn't run around with a sword or spear either. Though he does quite like tomahawks, and a katana may put a smile on his face.

He also hates quite alot of people. Nearly every type you can think of honestly. Some more than others. I'll give you a hint- don't throw any bibles at him, and DEFINATELY don't tell him god is fictional. I also wouldn't hit on him if you're a dude. I probably wouldn't advise girls to hit on him either honestly...

hes got a pretty detailed (and mildly interesting) backstory to him. Born in Austria in 1895. Helped father with his business. Shoe sales. Fun fun fun. WWI came along, and he fought for the central powers. he spent Some tim fighting for Austria but then managed to get transferred to Germany towards the end. he saw (as did most soldiers of that war) some horrifying things. he became callous to most acts of war. they made normal civilian crimes look like childsplay. he learnded one thing: if you want, or believe something, MAKE IT HAPPEN. he watched a close friend die before his eyes in a gas attack- the mask didnt protect the kid. the kid choked on his own blood, literally. the father of lies thought only one thing: "germany needs to produce more mustard gas."

He got a mild injury, and around that time he developed a bit of a pension for having pointy ears, grey fur, a tail, and a pointy muzzly filled with sharp little teeth. He became this monster. It was the result of stumbling across some sorta occult ritual grounds. Had just the right wicked personality to make it work.

He still had control and could usually retain human form. the War ends, and he's VERY bitter. Then the NSDAP comes along. BANDWAGON of hate! He joins the party and becomes a adamant Nazi. And quite a good one. He kinda digs that sort of thing. you know, German pride, defeat all who stand before you, execute the remnants of opposition, etc. He was not wasted In the concentration camps- though he DID know of them, and didn't exactly care all that much. "A million deaths is simply a statistic, a million is a good start"- i twist on the famous words of Stalin.

He served in the western front. I'm thinking panzer division. for the majority of the war, he supressed the (disturbingly even MORE sadistic) werewolf he had allowed ino himself in the late years of WWI. Yet, Occasionally, with his squad who knew him well, he would assume his wolf form out in the field. They didn't much care at this point, and he felt more and more comfortable as a wolf than as a man. he was a monster, but so were they. he took .45s like BBs. shells hitting his tank just meant it was time to wolf-out and remove the treads from the opposing tank. what doesnt kill him- IS GOING TO DIE.

In the last two years or so, he spent more time as a big grey inverted cross covered wolfman than his original self. He was inevitably seen by soldiers not of his squad. Rumors arose, and he began to develop a reputation. the crazy wolfman-nazi. He was pulled back to Berlin as the Russians pushed through- Hitler himself acknowledged his brutallity on the field. He stayed in the Reichstag untill the soviets came knocking. he and his fellow devotees maintained their ground until they were beat to shit.

In the end he was mowed down. He layed there with his fallen, radically devoted brothers. But he refused to die. Long after everyone had left he tried to get rise, and found he had healed considerably. it was as if he were immortal. the soviets should have severed his wolfen head... but they didnt. He realized he was not going to die like his brothers had, and it likely had something to do with his le werewolfness. So he fled.

I have not decided to where he fled. my first choice is america. He is the type that wants to be on the winning team. perhaps in 1945 either Russia or America was a valid choice, but he HATED the soviets. they took berlin after all. and after about 10 years it was evident to him that America would surpass the USSR in time... and he wanted to be on the side that won... the side that enforced its will on the populace...